Mirror Image

I look in the mirror, and I see my sister's reflection staring back at me. My eyes are just as lifeless as hers were. My long blond hair is completely dead, just as hers had been. My bones stick out of my body in places they shouldn't. I am a mirror image of Lia before she got taken away when I was nine years old.

I hear a whisper in my ear, barely audible.

You're almost there Em, you're almost there.

I close my eyes and turn away. It can't be her. She is gone, she's never coming back. I am making it up.

My mom calls me from downstairs. It's time to go. I look around my room for the last time, and then pick up my suitcase. I will not turn out like Lia or Cassie.